Don Rodriguez; chronicles of Shadow Valley eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 260 pages of information about Don Rodriguez; chronicles of Shadow Valley.

Don Rodriguez; chronicles of Shadow Valley eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 260 pages of information about Don Rodriguez; chronicles of Shadow Valley.

“Wear it thus,” he said, “while you go through Shadow Valley.”

As he said this he stepped back among the trees, and Rodriguez followed to thank him.  Not finding him behind the tree where he thought to find him, he walked round several others, and Morano joined his search; but the stranger had vanished.  When they returned again to the little clearing they heard sounds of movement in the wood, and a little way off where the four horses had grazed there were now only two, which were standing there with their heads up.

“We must ride, Morano,” said Rodriguez.

“Ride, master?” said Morano dolefully.

“If we walk away,” said Rodriguez, “they will walk after us.”

“They” meant la Garda.  It was unnecessary for him to tell Morano what I thus tell the reader, for in the wood it was hard to hear anyone else, while to think of anyone else was out of the question.

“What shall I do to them, master?” said Morano.

They were now standing close to their captives and this simple question calmed the four men’s curses, all of a sudden, like shutting the door on a storm.

“Leave them,” Rodriguez said.  And la Garda’s spirits rose and they cursed again.

“Ah.  To die in the wood,” said Morano.  “No,” said Rodriguez; and he walked towards the horses.  And something in that “No” sounding almost contemptuous, Morano’s feelings were hurt, and he blurted out to his master “But how can they get away to get their food??  It is good knots that I tie, master.”

“Morano,” Rodriguez said, “I remember ten ways in the books of romance whereby bound men untie themselves; and doubtless one or two more I have read and forgot; and there may be other ways in the books that I have not read, besides any way that there be of which no books tell.  And in addition to these ways, one of them may draw a comrade’s sword with his teeth and thus ...”

“Shall I pull out their teeth?” said Morano.

“Ride,” said Rodriguez, for they were now come to the horses.  And sorrowfully Morano looked at the horse that was to be his, as a man might look at a small, uncomfortable boat that is to carry him far upon a stormy day.  And then Rodriguez helped him into the saddle.

“Can you stay there?” Rodriguez said.  “We have far to go.”

“Master,” Morano answered, “these hands can hold till evening.”

And then Rodriguez mounted, leaving Morano gripping the high front of the saddle with his large brown hands.  But as soon as the horses started he got a grip with his heels as well, and later on with his knees.  Rodriguez led the way on to the straggling road and was soon galloping northwards, while Morano’s heels kept his horse up close to his master’s.  Morano rode as though trained in the same school that some while later taught Macaulay’s equestrian, who rode with “loose rein and bloody spur.”  Yet the miles went swiftly by as they galloped on

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